(,,>๏น<,,) bring your kid to work day + nanami! โฆโ๐ผ.ห
โmy love, are you absolutely sure about this?โ
you giggle, turning from where youโd been preparing your daughterโs mini lunchbox so that youโre facing your husband. his face is taut, a subtle sense of worry set in his features.
โkento.โ a small, exasperated smile plays on your lips. โsheโll be fine. besides, you know how excited sheโs been about this โ sheโs been talking about it all week!โ
โi know, but...what if she gets bored? or if she wants to go home midway through the day? you know i canโt exactly take her back whenever i please.โ nanami tugs at his tie a little, smoothing down the edges absentmindedly: a nervous tell of his that youโve grown accustomed to by now.
you lean back against the kitchen counter, raising an eyebrow.
โshe literally clings to you every time you work from home,โ you counter, rolling your eyes at the memory of her behaviour just last week. sheโd followed him around all day, pacing back-and-forth alongside him and just barely avoiding tripping him up while he had been taking important business calls. you had tried to pry her away just long enough for your poor husband to finish at least one business call without any disruptions, but that only resulted in tears. a lot of them.
in fact, sheโd cried for an hour after that, sulking in her fatherโs arms as he empathetically stroked her hair in an attempt to calm her down.
okay, so nanami supposes you may have a point, sheโd probably be just fine at his workplace.
he rubs his temple, regrettably all out of arguments. instead, he gives in and chooses to finish packing his bag for work, shoulders lowering a fraction.
you both hear several loud, unceremonious stomps coming down the stairs, and you simultaneously turn to see your daughter reach the foot of the stairs, all ready for her day out. she has a huge grin plastered on her face, and her hair is in two neat pigtails โ thanks to nanami of course โ complete with two bright hair clips.
โiโm ready! letโs go!โ she rushes to him and tugs at his leg, eyes wide and expression excited. she extends her arms in a silent plea to be carried, and who is your husband to deny his sweet daughter?
โsee you after work!โ you smile, pressing a quick kiss to your daughterโs nose and waving them both goodbye.
nanami leans back slightly from where heโs sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen and inspecting the values in the spreadsheet. itโs monotonous work, just about as boring as always โ as should be expected of a 9-5 office job. unlike a typical work day, however, his desk has several colourful drawings scattered across its surface today. the first is a drawing of a flower, spirals of bright yellow crayon forming what he can only assume are the petals. alongside the flower picture are two other drawings: a drawing of a huge, wonky heart coloured in yellow, and then another sheet of paper with a drawing of a stick figure with blond hair, a serious expression drawn onto its round face.
averting his gaze from his desk, nanami moves to lift his breakfast (a pesto-mozzarella baguette) to his mouth, chewing slowly and watching his daughter doodle. sheโs got her tongue stuck out as she scribbles in determined silence, her crayon in one hand and a chocolate chip muffin in the other.
the bakery workers had both worn a look of poorly-contained surprise upon hearing his order change from his usual baguette sandwich to both a baguette and a muffin this time. theyโd always taken him as a man heavily rooted in routine, and so to see him stray away from what was typical of him wasโฆodd.
โwhat are you drawing now, sweetheart?โ nanami murmurs softly, watching her hunch over yet another sheet of paper, her grip firm on her crayon.
โme and papa at work!โ she responds. he raises his eyebrows at that, a tiny, barely-perceptible smile crossing his features as he watches her join up the arms of the two stick figures so that theyโre holding hands. she doesnโt lift her head from her drawing, too engrossed in adding his blond hair perfectly atop his head and drawing her own smile just right.
after about fifteen minutes or so, sheโs done.
โtada! thatโs papa, and thatโs me!โ she exclaims proudly, glancing up at nanami for approval and beaming when she sees him smile softly back at her. he strokes her hair, quiet for a moment before speaking.
โokay, now that youโve finished your drawing, why donโt we take a break from playing so i can go get a coffee?โ
โitโs not playing.โ she corrects him, blinking up at him with solemn eyes. โiโm working, just like you do!โ at that, your daughter puts a hand on her hip, looking up at her father with an unimpressed expression. while nanamiโs not quite sure that heโd put gruelling office work on the same level as scribbling a few drawings, he decides itโs better not to debate on the matter.
โokay, iโm sorry, honey. letโs take a break from working and go get a coffee.โ
your daughter skips down the hall with him, speaking excitedly about her day as they approach the coffee machine.
โdo you want to press the buttons for me?โ he looks down at his daughter, and she nods excitedly. nanami carefully lifts her up, securing her in his arms so that she can reach the machine properly.
โan americano, please.โ he places a mug under the machine before lifting a finger to point at the correct button. the four year old girl presses it with a tiny delighted giggle, clearly pleased with herself as coffee begins to pour out into the cup below.
โit may be a little too bitter for you, shall we get you a hot chocolate instead?โ
that catches her attention. with an excited squeal, she agrees enthusiastically, turning to face the machine and trying to figure out which button to press. she hesitates, unsure which is the hot chocolate.
โthat one, sweetheart.โ nanami gently guides her finger to the right button and she turns her head to face him in awe as it pours out, eyes wide and surprised.
a couple of minutes later, your daughter skips back down the hall, nanami following close behind with two mugs in his hands, trying to match her pace while also making sure not to spill anything.
she slides happily into her seat next to his desk, tapping her hands on the tabletop expectantly as she waits for her father to put her mug down before pulling a sheet of paper and a crayon close to her.
โokay. now iโm in work mode! no distracting me, okay?โ she blinks sternly up at him. sheโs sat about as professionally as a four year old can be, her mug at her side and a stack of papers in front of her.
nonetheless, over the span of the next 5 or so minutes, your husband canโt help but notice one problem.
โis the hot chocolate too hot?โ he asks gently, watching as his daughter reaches out for the drink a third time before quickly retracting her hands again.
โโฆmhm.โ that earns a small, empathetic sigh from nanami.
โhere, let me help.โ he murmurs. gently, he lifts the mug to his lips and blows for a few minutes before taking a small sip.
โthere. it should be fine now. try it.โ she does so, meanwhile he brushes her hair away from her face tenderly.
โyeah! all better!โ she shuts her eyes contentedly and takes the mug from his hands happily, kicking her legs back and forth in between excited sips.
after several minutes of being sat like that and sipping her drink, your daughter looks up from her hot chocolate to face nanami.
โi like working with papa!โ she beams at him, showing off the mess of hot chocolate around her mouth and cheeks in the process.
nanamiโs expression softens at those simple words.
โyeah, i like working with you too, sweetheart.โ
a/n: idea creds to my lovely hazel @hangenism i love this idea and i love you thank you sososo much !!!
girl dad papamin you are SO dear to me หแห && this is a semi filler post while i try to get rid of my writing block
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